Pride flicked the safety off. "I'm not interested in your fucking mercy," she spat. "And I am not yours to order around. I never have been. That throne of yours you hold so dear, you wouldn't have gotten it without me. So go and see it again. Touch it, sprawl in it, do whatever you want. But if you come near my family again, you'll be seeing it a lot, because we will just. Keep. Killing. You. Goodbye, Morningstar."
She pulled the trigger and watched his head explode, a few bits spattering onto her body. She watched the blood run over her boots, and a hot feeling of satisfaction spread through her body. She emptied a few more rounds into the corpse, mostly because he was dead, and because she could, a wordless shriek ripping itself from her throat. And once she felt better, she ran off to find her siblings and retrieve Wrath.